Chapter 9 The Master of Love, Jima
Under the moonlight, on the roof of an old mansion, Velin, dressed in a slightly worn Gothic dress, sat at the edge of the roof, holding a colorful windmill that spun in the night breeze.
Her dress was intricate, accentuating her small face, making her look like a doll wrapped in luxurious silk. The moonlight fell on her neck, making her skin appear pale like a tombstone.
In the night wind, Jima appeared from the air.
Her gaze fell on Velin’s brown leather corset, which naturally created a graceful waistline. Velin had a slender figure; even wrapped in the complicated dress, she did not look bulky.
Jima nodded in approval. She had seen many women in elaborate dresses, whose waists either looked like barrels or whose corsets made their waists look grotesquely thin.
How could a delicate and beautiful blood princess like Velin be so unappealing to Akanis? Really, can’t she just be pure like me and simply crave for the body of a beautiful girl?
After Jima made her appearance, two elegantly dressed vampire sisters bared their teeth at her warily.
Velin waved her hand, and the two vampire sisters bowed their heads and slipped into the darkness.
She turned her face, a pair of dark red eyes looking at Jima, her lips bright red with prominent white fangs, and said:
“Good night, Succubus.”
Jima also pretended, crossing her arms over her chest and bending at the waist as she said:
“Good night, esteemed midnight noble.”
“What about the note from my husband?”
Earlier, Jima had sworn that, as a famous expert in deception, she could definitely persuade Akanis to leave that damn basement.
Velin wanted her to bring the note written by Akanis himself.
Jima shrugged and said, “Your family issues are more complicated than I imagined. He would rather be locked up for a lifetime than come out to see you, and he’s worried I’ll trick him.”
“That’s just the way it is,” Velin’s voice cooled down, “but being seen through by him is your problem.”
“To put it bluntly, the root cause is that he only feels hate for you.”
The night wind suddenly strengthened, blowing Jima’s black hair and the straps of Velin’s leather boots. Dark clouds obscured the moonlight.
Velin’s face vanished into the darkness, leaving only her blurred outline and a pair of dark red eyes that shone with a bloodthirsty beast-like gleam.
“Do you want me to let go?”
Such a strong obsession; is this the legendary illness of infatuation?
“Of course not.”
“Let’s go, Succubus,” Velin said, “I have my own ways.”
She must still be worried I’d take her man; after all, the reputation of succubi is well-known. However, her only telling me to leave without acting shows she fears my status, worried that if she kills me, Akanis will despise her even more.
“Akanis personally told me that he would rather commit suicide than fall into your hands,” Jima said. “His soul will be taken by Sigma, and you can only obtain his corpse.”
The night wind blew even stronger, making the colorful windmill in her hand spin wildly.
Like a doll, Velin vanished from the edge of the roof in an instant, leaving only a piece of embroidered silk cloth she had been sitting on.
Before Jima could react.
A cold tongue licked the back of Jima’s neck, sending a chill through her skin and into her arteries.
Jima felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, the blood in her veins freezing instantly.
A voice floated from behind her:
“I do not care how he thinks; he will come around. And I have not tasted the blood of a succubus in a long time.”
“I think you may be mistaken,” Jima maintained her smile. “I have a way to make him love you.”
“That’s a lie.”
“Really.” Jima instinctively patted her already curvy chest and boasted, “Think about your conditions. In the eyes of mortals, you are extraordinarily beautiful, unforgettable. Even I, who have seen all the beauties in the world, felt a twinge of compassion for you when I first saw your face, and I plead for you.”
In fact, as long as there’s a bit of charm, Jima could plead.
“You don’t need to say much.” Velin’s voice remained cold enough to make the blood in her veins shudder, “People often equate my appearance with my nobility.”
That praise was hard to penetrate. It seems she has always been very confident in her beauty, even though Akanis rejected her so vehemently.
Jima immediately said:
“You are of noble status, strong, and possess exceptional beauty. Unfortunately, the methods you use are wrong; the harder you push, the more your husband will dislike and resent you. You keep saying that time will make him change his mind; isn’t that just an excuse?”
Velin behind her fell silent for a moment, and the gusting night wind gradually calmed down.
Taking advantage of the moment, Jima continued: “As long as you find the right method, not to mention that he forgives you, it would be natural for him to fall in love with you.”
“Really?”
“Of course, really.” Jima turned to look at Velin’s face.
The latter’s gaze was still unfriendly; to put it nicely, it was a world-weary expression; to put it harshly, it seemed as if everyone owed her a hundred thousand gold coins.
So adorable; I just want to pinch her cheeks.
Jima’s tail perked up.
Velin’s voice was as cold as her blood:
“Why should I believe you?”
Jima laughed, “Because my fiancé is George. There are many men in the world who do not only look at appearance and strength. A demon like me is traditionally the enemy that paladins deal with swiftly.”
“But he fell in love with me. For that, he was willing to be punished by the church, targeted by the church, misunderstood by the world. Did you notice the way he looks at me? That’s love. Last week, he even gave me a silver winged horse.”
Velin glanced at the colorful windmill in her hand and said, “I used to think you were his familiar. I heard that you were not his only one?”
“Of course not,” Jima said. “A succubus can fall in love with anyone, regardless of gender. I also adore his other two women. They have all been conquered by me and fell madly in love with me, willing to share a man with me. Think about it; isn’t that harder than conquering a man?”
Velin felt that Jima made a good point, and as the night wind stopped, she began to reevaluate Jima, finding her more and more a woman skilled in the art of love.
She is a succubus. Throughout history, who can understand the mysterious thing called love better than succubi?
The colorful windmill in Velin’s hand stopped, and she asked, “What method do you have?”
Jima knew that Velin believed her lie and replied:
“This matter needs to be discussed slowly. Let’s talk about your interactions so I can tailor a romantic strategy for you, ensuring it will make Akanis love you until you are sick of him.”
Velin corrected her: “I will never get tired of him.”
With that, Velin walked ahead of Jima and took the lead herself.
Really? I think it’s just that after many years, she suddenly met a man who pierced her heart, and that felt fresh. After the novelty wears off, the flower of love would wither, and Akanis would merely be her food.
Jima had her doubts but said:
“Actually, you two simply have a fundamentally different mindset. I think all it takes is a little adjustment in perspective. In reality, Akanis does not only feel hate for you; when he scolded you, he called you a self-deprecating woman.”
“What does that mean? It indicates he cares about you, the pain of such an excellent girl lowering herself like that, so devoid of dignity. Perhaps he feels guilt as well.”
Velin nodded slightly: “I understand; he definitely cares about me. He deceived me, pierced my heart when he swore to marry me, and then ran away again, but I do not resent him.”
“Exactly, exactly.” Jima followed her thoughts: “Even Akanis cares for you; what does that indicate? It shows that what you offer is not what he wants. He knows you have given a lot and that you have given something priceless, but he does not want any of it. No matter how much good fruit you feed a lion, it won’t want to eat.”
Velin nodded even more frequently, sensing an epiphany. The way she looked at Jima became notably friendlier.
This succubus makes so much sense; no wonder she can conquer George.
With a beaming smile, Jima thought to herself: Hehe, she is so easy to deceive, much easier than Akanis. It turns out that living long doesn’t mean one can’t be fooled.
